“On the hill. We were in the linhay.”
Rose held out a shawl.
“Kitty, is this yours?”
“Yes; it is. I lost it on my way here. Where did you find it?”
“In the linhay in Furze Park. I went there with our cow, Buttercup. The calf is taken from her. There I found it.”
“We turned into the field, and I remained a long time in the linhay,” said Kate.
“And your uncle?”
“Oh, he went back to the Cellars.”
“What, by the road?”
“No; by the waterside. I was tired, and the time was long, or I thought it was; so I folded my shawl to keep the prickles from my head,’there is so much furze there,’and I lay down and slept.”